Hook:
Hi hello yo, my name is spek.
You might not know me, i'm not famous yet.
But wait a sec, I'll play this set,
I gave the mic a check hit the stage and said…
Verse:
If y'all drop bombs I'm a 9mm heater
known to kill the beat and leave the microphone defeated.
Believe it all i need is two adidas where my feet is.
I'ma get to steppin', smith and wessun best envy this.
Lesson heeded, I guess it needs repeatin'
you're a lesser being, i'm the best you're ever blessed to see and
believe it or not, i keep the recipe a secret better eat while it's not.
When the beat drops, it's a massacre.
Call me dessert, I'm the last to serve.
The highlander of rhyme, and my standards define,
whether standin' in candor or panderin', I'm
a vandal, an animal, cannibalize,
any band handed, fit the sample to size.
Ample supplies, i got songs for days,
but if you want another line, I'ma need another page.
Hook
Verse:
I'm a hiphoppin', sh*t talkin', new seattle catalyst.
Savage, so they only let me out the box to battle kids.
Up, up away. See the symbol lit the sky.
Puff up the blaze, literally I hit 'em high.
Considered by most to epitomize dopeness,
obliterate the stage with just a bit of my emotions.
Your hopeless hocus pocus goes unnoticed,
but not for long, I'ma show you're bogus.
And when it's over and they finally know this,
you'll find me at home where the microphone is,
loaded off an overdose of bloated boasts quotin',
I hope you don't expect me to be sober when I spoke it.
Or even speak it, I'ma keep it in the present tense,
and if you're sleepin' then I'm creepin' in your residence.
That sense of hesitance is all respect,
but I don't think we've met yet, you can call me Spek.
